Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 204: Sea of ​​Plum Blossoms, Fireworks, and Lanterns

Thanks to Shen Xiangge, the Queen Mother was angry with Zhao Wumian and punished him by not allowing him to eat the dishes she made... venison dumplings and Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.

But after the dish was served, the Empress Dowager personally served him a bowl of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall and asked him how it tasted.

Zhao Wumian said it was delicious, and the Queen Mother pointed at Shen Xiangge and said that her niece's cooking skills were better than hers, and if she married her in the future...

Before she could finish her words, Su Qingqi's gaze made Zhao Wumian interrupt the empress dowager and start praising the other dishes.

Luo Chaoyan asked: "How about bear paw?"

"If it was made by the Queen Mother, I would say it was flawless, but if it was made by Miss Su, I would say it could be even better."

"What do you mean?" The emperor felt uncomfortable because she was not mentioned.

"Because this way I have an excuse to go to the kitchen with Miss Su to study how to make bear paws more delicious, and spend several hours together." Zhao Wumian picked up the bowl and drank a sip of the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup, which was rich in meat flavor and not greasy.

Su Qingqi held the bowl and took a bite of venison dumplings. While chewing, she smiled at Shen Xiangge.

Shen Xiangge ignored Su Qingqi, picked up the broth, took a sip slowly, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Luo Chaoyan sat close to Zhao Wumian. The bright yellow dragon boots under the table kicked his calf in dissatisfaction, "What if it was done by me?"

"Your Majesty? If I tell you the truth, Your Majesty won't chop off my head, right?"

"Does that mean you have deceived the emperor before?"

Zhao Wumian wanted to say that he had never bullied the emperor before, but he would like to bully him in the future.

The Queen Mother took a bite of the bear paw slowly and said, "Your master also likes to eat bear paws. When I was in Yanyun for the summer, she often took me out hunting. She is also a good cook. You really should try it."

"How did Master know the Queen Mother?"

The Queen Mother was silent for a moment, recalling the past, with a complex look in her eyes for some reason, before she said:
"She and I are both from aristocratic families. We were brought up in strict families and rarely leave home. We knew each other because of our elders. Mu Lier's sister and the Princess of the Prince of Yan are sworn sisters and have a very good relationship. On the birthday of Emperor Taizu Gao, Mu Lier was brought to the capital... That's when we met."

"Sisters? So Master can also be considered Senior Sister Xiangzhu's aunt in name?" Zhao Wumian suddenly realized. No wonder Mu Li'er would be Luo Xiangzhu's master. It turned out there was such a relationship.

The Queen Mother smiled slightly and asked, "What about Marquis Weiming? Do you remember anyone you knew when you were a child?"

"He has lost his memory. No one remembers him except us." Shen Xiangge picked up the plate and picked up a piece of braised pork for himself, saying.

"Don't you remember your parents either?" asked the Queen Mother.

Parents? Zhao Wumian had always been thinking about Xiao Yuanmu, but he had never thought about his own parents... Anyway, considering Xiao Yuanmu's age, it was definitely impossible for her to be his mother.

He thought for a moment and then talked about his parents in his previous life. "My dad... my father is nothing special. The thing he is most proud of in his life is probably giving birth to me and marrying my mom. The two of them ran a hotel. Their favorite thing was to tell guests that their son was a good student and to exaggerate things about my childhood."

"Exaggeration?" The Queen Mother blinked.

"When I was six years old, my neighbor raised a flock of chickens. Among them was a big cock that was very arrogant. I was just passing by and it flew over and kicked me. I was so angry that I fought with it with my bare hands and plucked a hand full of feathers. My mother told others that her son was so hungry that he chased after a flock of chickens and bit them. So she had to buy chicken and stew it for me that day."

The Queen Mother covered her mouth and chuckled, "That's how my mother is."

Shen Xiangge frowned and asked, "Do you still remember your parents? Where are they now?"

Luo Chaoyan and Su Qingqi also tilted their heads to look.

Zi Yi ate in silence, showing little interest in the topics discussed at the table.

The little white snake coiled in front of her, swallowing the meat in big mouthfuls, and soon its slender body swelled up.

Zhao Wumian buried his head in his rice and said, "I just made it up to please the Queen Mother. I don't remember anyone except you now."

Shen Xiangge's eyes twitched and he turned his eyes away, too lazy to pay any more attention to Zhao Wumian.

After dinner, the Empress Dowager asked the palace maids to take out the fireworks and came to the outside of Kunning Palace. The evening breeze was blowing gently, and fireworks were lit from time to time in the night sky inside and outside the palace. Only the night sky deep in the palace was cold and silent.

The Queen Mother lit the fuse, looking excited and not afraid at all.

Shhhhhhhhhhhh

Fireworks ignited in the night sky of Ouchi.

Zhao Wumian looked up at the night sky, feeling that something was missing, and looked at Shen Xiangge, "Can you sing?"

"Even if I could, I couldn't sing it for you... unless you played a tune for me."

"I don't know how to play any musical instrument. I did learn to play the piano and the flute before, but I gave up halfway."

Before Shen Xiangge asked what a piano was, Luo Chaoyan said to the palace maid, "Bring the piano and the flute."

"You've never heard me play the piano, have you?" She smiled at Zhao Wumian, and then she said to Su Qingqi, "Let him listen to your musical performance?"

Su Qingqi glanced at Zhao Wumian, then glanced at Shen Xiangge and nodded slightly.

The palace maids brought flutes and guqin. Luo Chaoyan took the guqin, plucked the strings a few times, tested the tone, then gently stroked the hem of her robe and sat down on the ground... A palace maid quickly brought a cushion.

Su Qingqi and Shen Xiangge competed with each other, one holding the flute and the other holding the flute. The graceful and melodious music echoed in the deep palace, like water waves rippling in the night.

It was then that Zhao Wumian suddenly realized...it turned out that the women he knew were actually very awesome. They grew up in aristocratic families and were proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. On the contrary, he seemed to be only good at fighting and killing, and was a rough man.

The Queen Mother sat on the steps in front of Kunning Palace and sang:
"The stars in the sky are turning, the curtains on earth are falling~ The pillow and mat are cold and my tears are flowing. I get up and take off my silk clothes to ask how late it is~"

"The lotus pods are small and green, the lotus leaves are sparse and golden~ The weather and clothes are the same as before. Only the feelings are no longer the same as before~"

As she sang, Zhao Wumian looked at Zi Yi with a burning gaze.

Zi Yi held the teacup, sipped the tea, and pretended not to see it.

Zhao Wumian called her "Sister Purple" through secret voice transmission, and she shuddered as if she couldn't bear it. She glared at him with her beautiful eyes, "The Emperor's Imperial Tutor, the Empress Dowager's Lady, has become the Imperial Music Bureau for you, Marquis Weiming?"

Having said that, Zi Yi put down the teacup, wiped her hands and lips with a handkerchief, and walked to the steps in front of Kunning Palace. The moonlight mixed with the light of fireworks sprinkled down and fell on her hair.

I don’t know if it’s because of the moonlight or something else, but Zhao Wumian always feels that her hair color seems a little white... like snow.

Zi Yi gently raised her hand, and the sleeve at her forearm fell down along her smooth skin as if there was no resistance, revealing a small section of her forearm that was whiter than moonlight.

In his previous life, Zhao Wumian had seen countless beauties dancing on the Internet, but none of them could make him as amazed as he was at this moment. The moonlight followed her movements, casting different shadows time and time again, as if enveloping Zhao Wumian's entire heart.

After the Queen Mother finished singing, she was also appreciating the dance of the Imperial Tutor, and then looked at Zhao Wumian, "The Marquis said that you had learned to play the flute before? Why not play it too? As the Imperial Tutor said... The Emperor's Imperial Tutor, Miss Queen Mother, how can you become the Imperial Tutor of Weiming Marquis alone?"

The music stopped suddenly, Luo Chaoyan, Su Qingqi and Shen Xiangge all stopped... The flute and the Xiao are different, Su Qingqi played the Xiao, and Shen Xiangge held the flute.

Shen Xiangge tilted her head and looked at Zhao Wumian, her beautiful eyes as aggressive as ever, and handed over the flute she had just played.

Zhao Wumian pushed it away and took the flute from Su Qingqi's hand instead, "I can play the flute a little bit..."

"Tsk." Shen Xiangge withdrew his hand again.

Zhao Wumian actually couldn't play the flute, but he thought it was similar to the flute, which was obviously impossible... In order to match his pitch, Luo Chaoyan and Shen Xiangge ended up losing their rhythm, and listening to the chaos, Zi Yi stopped dancing.

The music was a mess, but the Queen Mother was laughing the whole time.

The Lantern Festival should be lively and festive like this.

"Cai Cai!?" Suddenly the Imperial Master's exclamation was heard.

The music stopped suddenly and I looked in the direction of the sound.

Seeing that they all stopped eating, the little white snake wanted to enjoy the meal alone, so she went straight into the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall. At this moment, her whole body had gained three times more weight, and her head hung limply on the mouth of the jar. Her body was brown and full of the aroma of meat.

This time, not only the Queen Mother was laughing, but everyone was laughing.

……

It was too dark at night, so everyone moved into the harem. In a hall next to Kunning Palace, Su Qingqi lit an oil lamp, raised her hand to take off her hairpin, and her long black hair spread over her back.

Zhao Wumian pushed the door open and walked in. Su Qingqi was startled. To prevent the Queen Mother and others from hearing her movements, she lowered her voice and asked, "Why are you here, young master?"

Zhao Wumian hugged Su Qingqi from behind, and his mouth and nose were immediately filled with the faint fragrance of Su Qingqi's hair.

He whispered in her ear, "Can't I come?"

The hot breath from Zhao Wumian's words hit Su Qingqi's ears, warm and itchy, causing her body to soften on the spot. "Are you crazy... This is the palace! If, if any noise were to be heard by the Queen Mother, how would I be able to face people?"

Zhao Wumian placed one hand on Su Qingqi's belly, but with the other hand he gently pulled and untied her belt, and replied: "Miss Su, the lantern bellyband that the Queen Mother bought, I heard that it really glows like a lantern under the light... Don't you want to try it?"

"I, I don't want to..."

Snapped--

The sky-blue skirt fell to the ground, making a slight sound.

Su Qingqi pressed her hands on the wooden table. Zhao Wumian's warm breath fell on her smooth, white back, making her almost unable to stand.

Her delicate face blushed, and she looked back at Zhao Wumian, "At least turn off the lights..."

"If we turn off the lights, how can we see the lanterns? Tonight is the Lantern Festival."

"Well, then at least go to bed..."

"You can... but not now."

The moonlight was bright, and the sound of fireworks continued to echo in the deep palace, faintly covering up the sounds of spring.

In Kunning Palace, Shen Xiangge was wearing a white bellyband and thin pants, with her hands folded on her belly, lying neatly on the couch. The empress dowager was sleeping next to her, but she was not wearing anything. Although her figure could not be seen clearly under the quilt, her snow-white shoulders were exposed, which was still breathtaking.

The Queen Mother likes to sleep naked.

Seeing that the empress dowager had fallen asleep, Shen Xiangge raised his hand and touched the inside of the phoenix bed... Although the empress dowager was hiding, her perception was so sharp that she directly flipped out three books... The top one had the four big words "Secret History of the Harem" written on it.

Shen Xiangge's eyes twitched, he glanced at the cover and put it back in place, then carefully lifted the quilt.

The Queen Mother felt some movement in her sleep and turned over. Shen Xiangge suddenly felt something extremely oppressive hitting his forearm.

She quietly got up, put on her clothes, left Kunning Palace, and walked all the way to the side hall where Zhao Wumian lived, ready to talk to him about Canghua Tower. But before she got close, she saw Luo Chaoyan, dressed in a dragon robe, standing outside the palace wall of the side hall with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, wondering what he was thinking.

Seeing Shen Xiangge, Luo Chaoyan was stunned for a moment, and turned her head to look, "Why is Miss Shen here?"

Shen Xiangge was not familiar with Luo Chaoyan at all, but one of the reasons why she formed an alliance with Zhao Wumian was that Zhao Wumian could influence Luo Chaoyan, so in theory, she could eliminate the middleman and establish a good relationship with Luo Chaoyan directly.

But she couldn't get close to Luo Chaoyan with her identity as Lady Canghua. Although she could get close to Luo Chaoyan with her identity as Shen Xiangge, she knew very well that no matter how much she tried to please Luo Chaoyan, it would only be icing on the cake, and was far inferior to Zhao Wumian's timely help.

Showing goodwill too frequently would make her seem too snobbish, so she didn't force it until she found the opportunity.

After all, it has been less than half a month since Luo Chaoyan ascended the throne, so there will always be opportunities in the future.

Therefore, Shen Xiangge smiled slightly and said impartially: "After getting up at night, go out of the palace to get some fresh air... Where is the emperor?"

"I went to discuss some official business with Marquis Weiming, but when I got to the side hall, I saw that he had turned off the lights. I guess he must have gone to bed... I'd better not disturb him." After saying that, Luo Chaoyan turned around and left, "Miss Shen, you should also go to bed early."

Shen Xiangge looked at Luo Chaoyan's back and keenly noticed that her earlobe under her hair was a little red... She frowned slightly and looked towards the dark side hall.

There was no one in the side hall where Zhao Wumian lived. On the contrary, the lights were on in Su Qingqi's place.

Shen Xiangge was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly stamped his feet. "How dare you? Do you really think this harem belongs to you? You pervert."

The next day, in the early morning, the warm golden sunlight shone through the window paper and into the house, with the dust in the air outlining the shape of the sunlight.

Su Qingqi woke up first. She opened her eyes, looked at the dust in the air, and wanted to move, but felt sore all over.

She gently raised her eyes to look at Zhao Wumian's face. He was not awake yet, so she carefully lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

The size of the lantern was not suitable for her figure. She tried to force herself to wear it, but it was a bit tight. In the end, it was squeezed into a line and she felt more comfortable after being squeezed in... Su Qingqi put on her coat, drank a sip of water, and then tiptoed towards the bed.

But in fact, Zhao Wumian had already woken up. He lowered his eyes, not using his sight, but using the sword technique to sense Su Qingqi's movements.

Su Qingqi knelt slowly and hesitantly beside the bed. The sound of her skin rubbing against her clothes was subtle but could not escape Zhao Wumian's perception.

She looked at Zhao Wumian's face, neither speaking nor making any other movements, and no one knew what she was looking at.

Zhao Wumian opened his eyes slightly, and saw the snow-white under his coat, and his body moved immediately.

Su Qingqi's face instantly turned red, and she was about to step back, but Zhao Wumian held her arm with one hand, and with the other hand he lifted up the deep red "lantern" that had become a line.

Zhao Wumian stretched out the lantern, and the 'lantern' covered half of it.

Zhao Wumian's intention was very clear... He wanted to see if the 'lantern' would light up in the hazy light of the early morning.

Su Qingqi's sense of shame prevented her from doing this during the day, but she couldn't bear to reject Zhao Wumian anyway, so she closed her beautiful eyes.

But after waiting for a while, Zhao Wumian did not make any move.

Su Qingqi opened her almond-shaped eyes and brushed Zhao Wumian's face with her fragrant hair in dissatisfaction.

Zhao Wumian still lay there motionless.

Su Qingqi immediately understood what he meant.

Her face turned red, she glared at Zhao Wumian, and then took action.

The lantern moved from Zhao Wumian's right side to the front.

Zhao Wumian didn't know whether the lanterns would still glow in the morning sun, because his attention was all attracted by Su Qingqi's skin... The skin was so white that it was almost shiny, and it would indeed appear more delicate and lustrous under the sun.

Su Qingqi always kept her eyes closed, but sometimes when she couldn't bear it anymore, she would open her eyes and look at Zhao Wumian... Her eyes were dark and moist, as if Zhao Wumian was in a sea of ​​plum blossoms.

Zhao Wumian dressed neatly and left the harem, but found that Ziyi had already left without even leaving him a letter.

Only an unfamiliar palace maid lifted her skirt and trotted up to him, saying crisply:

"My Lord, the Imperial Master asked me to tell you that when you leave the capital, please come to the capital more often. If she finds any rare poison outside, she will refine it into pills and ask someone to send it to the palace. If you are not in the capital, her poison pills will be wasted!"

Zhao Wumian was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly, rewarded the palace maid with a silver note, and let her leave.

Luo Chaoyan was still attending the morning court. Zhao Wumian was sitting in the study of the Taiji Hall. He could vaguely hear something through the wall.

The main focus was on discussing the military situation in Jin.

Speaking of which, Zhao Wumian is in charge of an army of 200,000 soldiers, but has never led them into battle. He is obviously unqualified. If this continues, the 200,000 soldiers will never see Zhao Wumian and will definitely not obey him.

It's time to find time to go to Jin. Given Wudamu's injuries, without the Qingying Jade Cloth, he will never be able to recover without half a month of recuperation.

It would be best to take advantage of this period of time to force the Rong people back and retake Piantou Pass. Otherwise, once Wudamu recovers from his injury, who knows what kind of trouble he will cause.

After waiting for a while, Luo Chaoyan returned to the study. Seeing Zhao Wumian, she raised her beautiful eyes slightly, sat down opposite him in a sulky manner, and poured herself a glass of water.

"My Lord has made great contributions again this time, but I haven't rewarded you yet... What do you want?"

"The emperor played the piano for me personally last night. Isn't that a reward?" Zhao Wumian smiled.

"Hmm, I really became the music master of Marquis Weiming's music hall?"

Zhao Wumian saw that Luo Chaoyan was not very happy, so he stepped forward, stood behind her, and rubbed her shoulders. "What musician or not, a female doctor sounds better. I still hope to come to the palace to seek treatment from the emperor when I get hurt in the future."

Luo Chaoyan's body stiffened. She wanted Zhao Wumian to let go. Can you just pinch the emperor's shoulders? But Zhao Wumian's technique was quite good... It felt very comfortable.

"Who else have you given massages to?" She leaned back in the armchair, her voice calm, revealing unquestionable majesty and scrutiny.

"Only for His Majesty... But it's not that my massage skills are good, it's that His Majesty is too overworked. No matter who massages you, you will feel very comfortable."

Luo Chaoyan glanced at him.

Zhao Wumian immediately changed his words, "But ordinary people can't touch His Majesty's shoulders... This is the reward His Majesty gave me."

Luo Chaoyan nodded with satisfaction, "I help you heal your wounds, and you give me a massage, so it can be considered a give and take..."

As he spoke, Luo Chaoyan remembered Zi Yi's instructions, and straightened his mind, saying, "I am in the deep palace, and I have nothing to do anyway, so I should learn some martial arts to strengthen my body... I wonder if Marquis Weiming is willing to teach me?"

"Learn martial arts?" Zhao Wumian looked at Luo Chaoyan for a few times, then pointed to the martial arts arena in the harem, "Let's go practice now?"

Luo Chaoyan lazily leaned back in the chair and said lazily, "Maybe tomorrow. I don't want to move now."

"Today and tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows. If you don't start now, you will just be lazy forever..."

"Weiming Hou."

"……exist."

"Pinch it well and don't talk too much."

"I obey your order..."

Luo Chaoyan was indeed too tired, mainly because she was mentally exhausted and physically weak. As Zhao Wumian pressed on her, the back of Luo Chaoyan's head tilted back and rested on his lower abdomen.

Zhao Wumian lowered his eyes and saw that the dragon robe was slightly bulging. It could not be said that it was not bulging, just a little less than that of an ordinary woman. But compared with Miss Su, the Empress Dowager and other women, it was indeed less noticeable.

Zhao Wumian glanced at him and then looked away, then turned to mention Song Yun's matter, "The emperor knows everything about Song Yun."

Luo Chaoyan closed her beautiful eyes and said "hmm" faintly, "My Lord wants to save her?"

"Song Yun is a person who has achieved unity between man and nature, and the imperial court is currently seriously lacking in combat power. It would be a pity if such a talent were to remain in prison. It would be better for him to serve as the emperor's bodyguard."

Luo Chaoyan opened her beautiful eyes and looked back at Zhao Wumian, "You want to leave Beijing?"

"I will be away from Beijing eventually. Sometimes I might be away for several months. During that time, I am a little worried that something might happen to you."

Luo Chaoyan retracted her gaze and said in a slightly cold voice, "I don't trust her."

Firstly, he didn't trust him, and secondly, he didn't want to let Zhao Wumian leave.

Zhao Wumian nodded, "I don't trust her completely either, so I want to let her out for a while to test her. Of course, I can't let her enter the palace right away... People in the palace must know more about how to test her than I do."

Luo Chaoyan still shook her head, "How do you know she's not trying to be pitiful to you, intentionally using your relationship to get closer to me?"

Seeing that Luo Chaoyan was unwilling, Zhao Wumian had to give up. "How about simply setting her free? Unless there are special circumstances, she cannot leave Beijing and must be supervised by the Detective Department at all times?"

"The premise is that she has to prove her worth." Luo Chaoyan had obviously learned a lot during this period of time, so he said:
"I heard that she is an expert in swordsmanship and has extraordinary martial arts skills... Let her teach you swordsmanship and martial arts skills. Once you have learned them all, I will allow her to leave Zhaoyu."

Zhao Wumian smiled and said, "Your Majesty is still good to me."

"Slippery tongue... Why do you want her to be my bodyguard? If someone attacks in the capital, Song Yun should rush up and fight the thieves to atone for his crime if he wants to regain his freedom."

"Your Majesty is a woman, and now he has finally found a powerful woman... If it's not Song Yun, does he need some male guards to protect His Majesty?"

Zhao Wumian was actually worrying too much. There were actually quite a few powerful women in the palace. If the empress dowager hadn't been in his arms, Zhao Wumian would not have escaped so easily.

But Luo Chaoyan was slightly stunned, but then almost blurted out, "Is it not possible for Marquis Weiming to come and protect me personally?"

"Since I am a personal bodyguard, I should naturally follow His Majesty's side for twelve hours a day. Then His Majesty might as well reward me with the title of Concubine Zhao. This way, I will have a reason to go to Qingze Palace..."

Zhao Wumian shut up before he could say anything… this was clearly inappropriate.

Given his current relationship with Luo Chaoyan, this was considered abrupt... Although they both often cared about each other, they had never been in a relationship after all, and Luo Chaoyan was a real noble lady with a thin face.

"Um... sorry." He apologized sincerely.

How could you say this to Luo Chaoyan?
Luo Chaoyan said nothing, nor did she blame Zhao Wumian for contradicting the emperor.

She looked at the teapot on the wooden table, not looking at Zhao Wumian, nor answering.

Neither of them spoke, and for a moment, an inexplicable atmosphere existed between them.

Through the reflection of the tea in the teacup, Zhao Wumian could vaguely see that Luo Chaoyan's cheeks had an indescribable shyness, like peach blossoms.

A few seconds later, Luo Chaoyan spoke, her voice as peaceful and gentle as ever, "With Marquis Weiming's ability, it's obviously a waste of talent to just be my bodyguard. Let's do as Marquis Weiming said and find another candidate."

After she finished speaking, she stood up in a panic, put her hands behind her back and left the study, "Marquis Weiming, go to Zhaoyu to learn martial arts from Song Yun... I still have some official business to attend to."

In the time it took to say a word, Luo Chaoyan disappeared.

Zhao Wumian lowered his eyes and looked at the teacup on the wooden table. The surface of the water was shaking slightly, as if the peach blossoms were still there.

Zhao Wumian led the Jade Lion of Zhaoye that was brought into the palace by the Detective Department and left the palace. However, a disciple of the Sword Sect had been waiting in front of the palace gate. When he saw Zhao Wumian, he immediately flew over and raised his hand slightly.
"Young Sword Master, here is a letter from Sword Master Mu."

The Sword Sect is a martial arts sect after all, and they recognize the identity of "Young Sword Master" more than that of Wei Ming Hou.

Zhao Wumian was slightly surprised. He opened the letter and read it carefully.

After Mu Lier received Luo Xiangzhu, she wrote a letter to Zhao Wumian to inform him of the good news. Nothing big happened. She just said that she would definitely not be back before the Lantern Festival. She felt a little sad that she could not celebrate the Lantern Festival with her disciple, but it was not bad to eat dumplings with Luo Xiangzhu.

They were all commonplace conversations, and at the end she mentioned that they had left Jin and had already reached the Central Plains, and that it should take another six or seven days for them to reach the capital.
At the beginning, it took Zhao Wumian four or five days to ride his horse from Pingyang to the capital. There was no one chasing Mu Lier and Luo Xiangzhu, so there was naturally no need to be in such a hurry.

Zhao Wumian put away the letter, said goodbye to the disciples of the Sword Sect, and then came to the Detective Department.

Ji Jianming, with his arm wrapped in a splint, hurried out of Zhaoyu. When he saw Zhao Wumian, he was delighted and said, "My Lord, I was just about to look for you. What a coincidence."

"What do you want me to do?" Zhao Wumian got off the horse, took the reins, and tied the white horse to a wooden stake.

"Do you remember the spy you captured? We interrogated him all night long during Yuanxiao and got some useful information, including some details about his cooperation with the thieves from Huanzhen Pavilion. He also secretly read the documents compiled by Chief Constable Su and sent a letter to the remnants of Dongyan about 'Prince Yan and the assassination case'. I think the Marquis must still want to..."

Zhao Wumian suddenly paused and looked at Ji Jianming with a frown on his face. "Did he send a message to the remnants of Dongyan?"

"Yes, but there is nothing big going on. The Prince of Yan is of course related to the assassination case that year. He was the one who captured Song Yun. But if it weren't for the Huanzhen Pavilion, I wouldn't have known that it was Song Yun who was imprisoned there."

This kind of thing is actually quite secret. Except for the torturer Ji Jianming, most people don’t know about it… But even if they knew it, it wouldn’t be a big deal. After all, it’s not very useful information.

But whether the information is useful or not depends on who has it in their hands.

Dong Yan knew about this, which was basically equivalent to Huanzhen Pavilion also knowing about it...

Zhao Wumian frowned, feeling a sense of foreboding in his heart.

These BYD flower thieves wouldn't want to attack Luo Xiangzhu, right?

(End of this chapter)